The Messy Masseuse

I was stressed beyond belief. Work had been hectic, my personal life was a mess, and I was in desperate need of some rest and relaxation. It was so bad that even my friends noticed my stress levels and decided to do something about it. On my birthday, they surprised me with a gift certificate to the swankiest spa in town, complete with a massage. I'm not a spa kinda guy - I find them kinda boring so I was hesitant at first, but I knew that I needed to take an afternoon to just focus on myself.

I didn’t admit it to anyone, but I had been looking forward to this spa day for the entire week. What better way to do so than with a massage? So around mid-afternoon, I made my way to the spa, changed into the provided robe, and took advantage of all the amenities - the sauna, the hot tub, and the steam room. I was already feeling pretty relaxed, and then it was time for my massage.

As I lay down on the massage chair, I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, trying to let go of all my worries and zone out to the ethereal spa music playing through the ceiling speakers.

That's when the door opened, and she walked in - one of the most beautiful women I had ever seen. She had long, sort of wavy, ginger-colored hair, gray eyes, and a body that was truly a sight to behold. Her slender yet curvy figure was more than perfectly proportioned; her long, toned legs seemed to go on forever, and her waist was tiny and well-defined. Her arms were toned and sculpted, with just the right amount of muscle for someone in her profession.

But what caught my attention were her curves. She had a shapely yet firm, round ass that was impossible to ignore. I couldn't help but watch it as she moved, captivated by the way her hips swayed seductively with each step.

And then there were her breasts. They were large and full, with a perfect teardrop shape whose size and shape seemed too good to be true. I'd been with curvy women before, but nothing this big. I speculated they were J cups, maybe even Ks. Yet, they didn't look out of place on her body, and I couldn't help but imagine what they would feel like in my hands.

Simply put, her body was a work of art - a perfect combination of curves and muscle, with just the right amount of softness. The skimpy, short white dress she wore showed off her curves and left little to my imagination. I couldn't help but stare, feeling a flush rise to my cheeks.

"Hi, I'm Brooke," she said, smiling warmly at me. "I'll be your masseuse today."

“I’m, uh Tom,” I stammered, feeling like a bumbling idiot.

"You seem tense... don't worry, I'll help you relax," she said. 

I buried my face in the pillow as she began to work her magic on my tense muscles. I began to relax and enjoy the experience, feeling like I’d hit the jackpot with my masseuse. If they’re all this hot, I’d have to do this more often.

The time she spent working on my aching joints went rather quickly. The first fifteen minutes of the massage were on my upper and lower back, and then, she asked her to turn on my front which I knew might spell some trouble.

You see, as she worked her magic on my tense muscles, I couldn't help but feel a growing attraction. Every so often I’d try to catch a peek of her doing her handiwork and imagine what she’d look like naked. Hiding my arousal would be easy when I was lying on my stomach, but on my back, I'd be pretty exposed. I knew I had to focus on relaxing and not let my mind wander to those kinds of thoughts. I had little doubt that probably every male who had been on her table had experienced this same battle of willpower.

I tried to think of anything else, like baseball or my grocery list, but every time she touched me, my body betrayed me. I could feel my arousal growing, and I tried to hide it by shifting in the massage chair and squeezing my legs together, praying that my erection didn't spring up and pitch a tent in the thin, white terry cloth towel that was my only cover. I was mortified at the thought of her knowing how turned-on I was.

Shortly after I laid on my back, I could see Brooke and noticed something was off. She seemed to be shifting uncomfortably, taking longer breaks between her work. I didn't want to embarrass her by mentioning it, so I tried to focus on relaxing and not making things worse by asking about it.

She pulled her dress tight, cleared her throat, and squeezed some massage oil from a bottle on the counter into her hand. Lathering it between her hands, she started massaging my chest with it. Her touch was gentle yet firm, and as she leaned over to work on my shoulders, I caught another tantalizing glimpse of her cleavage. The zipper holding the sides of her dress together seemed like they were struggling to contain her ample bosom as if it was one or two sizes too small for her chest.

As she leaned over me, I noticed a strange, earthy smell. At first, I thought it was just the scent of the massage oil, but the smell kept getting stronger. The smell intensified as she went to the counter to return the oil bottle. I tried to ignore it, thinking it was just my imagination, but the smell was unmistakable. It smelled like… poop?

I couldn't believe it. Did she have gas or something? I didn't know what to do. I was too embarrassed to say anything, but the smell grew to be overwhelming. She took her hands from my chest and returned to the counter at the side of the room, presumably for more oil.

I cocked my head up to see what she was doing and saw her hands splayed out, her knees bent inward, gripping the sides of the counter as she began to moan.

“Mmmphhh,” she said in an undertone. “Oh no... oh my god..."

My eyes widened, and I nearly gasped. Her skirt was far too short to cover her ass in this position, and I could see a considerable expanse of her white cotton panties beneath her hemline that were molded tightly to every curve of her ass.

"Nnnggghhhhh...” she grunted and leaned forward still further. The entire seat of her panties was now showing which showcased her ass nicely. My admiration was interrupted by a small lump that appeared in the seat of her panties.

I watched in awe. The lump grew larger, and larger still, as it grew into a considerable bulge. Soon, her panties began tenting downwards. There she was… shitting herself right there in the room with me!

I mustered up the courage to say something, and her head cocked around with a mortified look on her face.

"Uh, Brooke?" I said tentatively, unsure of what else to say.

Her face was bright red. "I'm so sorry," she whispered, looking mortified. "I had some spicy food last night, and I didn't realize it would affect me like this."

She broke eye contact and sunk her head. There was a momentary pause, and then another lump appeared next to the first accompanied by a crackling sound. This one grew and rapidly merged with the first lump, forming a spherical bulge that to my amazement, kept on growing as the seconds passed.

I didn't know what to say. It was such a bizarre situation, and I felt like I was in a dream. But Brooke seemed so embarrassed and vulnerable, and I didn’t want to embarrass her more than she already was.

"Hey, it's okay," I said gently.

"I'm so embarrassed," she said, tears welling in her eyes. "I've never had anything like this happen before in front of a client."

I put a hand on her shoulder, trying to comfort her. "It's okay," I said, trying to inject some levity into the situation. "Shit happens. And hey, at least you're alone in this room, with me."

I shocked myself at my forwardness, but with her looks, I couldn’t help it.

She managed a weak smile, and I felt a spark of connection between us. Still, her expression was one of uneasiness. Understandable, given the situation.

Despite the awkwardness of the situation, I couldn't help but admire her body. Her toned legs were shaking slightly, and her breasts heaved with each push. I could see the beads of sweat on her forehead, and her lips were pressed together in a thin line.

"I'm so sorry… I didn’t mean to ruin your massage," she said, her voice trembling. "Who am I kidding… I have no choice but to tell my boss what happened. You’ll get a full refund."

I looked at her, and I could see the desperation in her eyes. I didn't want her to get in trouble, but I also didn't want to see her struggle any longer.

"No, it's okay," I said, trying to sound reassuring. "We can continue. I promise I won't say anything."

She looked at me, her eyes filled with gratitude. "Really? Are you sure? I… Thank you," she said, as her expression changed to one of extreme worry.

"There’s just one problem, though… I'm not done going yet, and if I don't get to a bathroom soon, it's going to happen again on its own."

"You're kidding," I said, with some surprise, given that she already had a cantaloupe-sized load bulging out in her panties.

"I'm serious," she said. "And if my boss catches me, I'm gonna be fired on the spot."

Indeed, her boss would be furious if he found out and I could understand that she didn't want to lose her job at the best spa in town. Getting to the bathroom was not an option. The smell was so overpowering and her accident would be hard to hide, especially with so many other massage rooms on the way to this one.

“Can you try and hold it?” I asked.

“I think so… I’ll try to until we’re finished,” she said in a way that inspired little confidence.

As I lay back on the massage table, Brooke resumed the massage, working on my shoulders and pectoral muscles. I tried to focus on the massage, but every time she touched me, I couldn't help but get a whiff of her poop.

Still, Brooke seemed more at ease now that she knew she could continue the massage, so I didn’t say anything about the smell. She continued her work, her touch gentle yet firm.

She continued to work her magic on my tense muscles, her hands kneading my aching joints. Her touch was soothing, and I could feel the tension in my muscles slowly melting away. Although she’d just messed herself right there in the room with me, I couldn't deny the fact that her hands felt amazing on my body.

"You know, it's not as bad as it seems," she said, trying to lighten the mood. "Everyone has accidents, and it's not like they can control when they happen."

My eyes opened I nodded politely, trying to smile. "You're right. It's just... unusual, that's all."

As she worked her way down my legs, I couldn't help but notice the way her skirt rode up, revealing more of her toned thighs. The sight of her in her poopy panties was both offputting and alluring at the same time. 

"You know, if it makes you feel any better, I've had accidents before," she said, trying to make me feel more at ease. "It's not as bad as you might think."

I looked at her, surprised. "Really? How so...?"

She gave me a sheepish grin. "There's something oddly liberating about it, you know? Just letting your inhibitions go, and indulging in the moment."

“So you’re saying it wasn’t an accident?” I said.

“It was, but sometimes it’s okay to let go, and lose control… to surrender to our body’s urges,” she explained.

I couldn't help but smirk. "I guess that’s one way of looking at it."

She smiled, her eyes twinkling. "Mmmhmm… In fact, it feels kind of good."

Just then, her sparkling expression shifted to one of distress. She looked at me, her face flushed with embarrassment, and I could see a look of desperation in her eyes.

"Is… everything okay?" I asked.

She looked at me, her eyes filled with embarrassment. "I’m sorry, I just… I’m really having a hard time holding the rest in."

I could see the desperation in her eyes.

"I mean, what’s the harm when you’re already messy?" I said, without any better solution to offer.

"I suppose," she agreed. “But maybe I should take off my uniform, so I don't get any poop on it - if you’re okay with that."

I nodded, trying to hide my elation. "I think… that's a good idea."

She stood up and slowly unbuttoned her white dress, revealing a white lace bra that showcased her massive bust. Her breasts were large and round, with perky nipples that poked through the fabric. The sight of her in her bra was incredibly sexy.

She let her dress fall to the floor, revealing the pair of panties that matched her bra. Her toned legs were long and shapely, and the sight of her in just a bra and panties was mesmerizing.

Standing before me in a bra and panties, Brooke was a vision of beauty. Her body was curvy in all the right places, and even in her vulnerable state, her confidence was undeniable. 

And so, she started to push again. She took a deep breath and pushed again, her body tensing up.

As Brooke pushed, her face contorted in effort, the bulge in her panties grew larger, visible even from the front in the space between her thighs. Each push was accompanied by a strained sound and the lingering scent in the air became strong again. With each effort, the bulge descended, squelching against the fabric. The sight of her pooping was both erotic and intimate.

She bit her lip, her eyes were closed and her face was turning redder by the second. Her expression was filled with determination to get rid of whatever poop was still inside her. If I didn’t know better, I’d say that she was getting some satisfaction out of this, or maybe it was a relief. Then my mind drifted to her panties, and how full they must be by now. Whoever the manufacturer was, they deserved a lot of credit for their craftsmanship.

Then, as if nothing happened, she continued massaging my feet, and my attraction to her was reaching critical levels. Her hands felt amazing on my body, and the sight of her in just a bra and panties was extremely arousing, even if they were filled with poop. 

Brooke turned to the counter and squirted more massage oil into her hand, and as she did, I caught sight of the back of her panties once more. The bulge was unlike anything I’d ever seen. Her once clean, white panties, were stretched to their limits by the elliptical-shaped mass that had swelled to the size of a bowling ball. The thin fabric along the gusset and the seat of her panties had pulled away from her butt, giving a clear view of the brown, lumpy texture of the poop within them.

As she lathered the oil in her hand, she turned to me once more and bent down to massage my calves, giving me a perfect view of her pendulous breasts. They swayed gently with each movement, and her nipples were hard and erect, the outline of her large areolas visible through the lace fabric.

As she finished massaging my legs and started working on my arms, I couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to touch her body, to feel her skin against mine, to experience the intimacy of her touch. To run my hands down her ample breasts, and finally to her ass, then to her poopy panties.

Wait, what? Where did that come from? The thought was repulsive yet alluring, and it had crept its way into my fantasy. With that, I couldn't fight my erection any longer. It stood proudly at attention against the towel, clearly visible through the thin terry cloth material. Brooke took notice of it, her eyes widening with surprise.

"Looks like I'm not the only one who's enjoying this," she said, her voice low and hushed.

My eyes widened at her admission, but at the same time, I looked at her, my face flushed with embarrassment. "I... I can't help it," I stammered.

"You know, I've never had a client react this way before," she said, her voice low and seductive. "But I have to admit, it's quite a turn-on."

I looked at her, my heart racing. "I find that hard to believe."

“Why’s that?” she asked inquisitively. If I was going to shoot my shot, now was the time.

“Well… you’re pretty hot,” I said, with surprising forwardness. 

She smiled, her eyes filled with desire. "You’re not so bad yourself."

Her eyes locked with mine, and I could see the desire in her gaze. The thought of being intimate with Brooke was both exciting and terrifying. What if the door opened and someone found us doing it on her massage table? But the desire was undeniable, and I couldn't fight it any longer. I had to have her.

“Just lay back and enjoy the ride,” she smiled, and with that, Brooke unbuttoned her bra, her large, full breasts spilled forth, the soft curves catching the dim light of the room. 

I was struck by the sheer size of them. They had a roundness and lift to them that told me they were undoubtedly implants, but I didn't care. They looked amazing, and the sight of them only fueled my desire for her. With a graceful motion, she slipped the bra straps down her arms, freeing her bosom completely from the confines of the lace garment.

Her chest heaved with each breath, the rhythmic rise and fall drawing my gaze. The sight of her exposed breasts, so vulnerable yet undeniably alluring, sent a surge of heat coursing through me.

She undid my towel, letting it hang off the sides of the massage table. She reached out and placed her hand on my erection, giving it a gentle squeeze. I gasped, my heart racing as I felt her touch.

"Mmmm… you're so hard," she whispered, her voice low and seductive.

“Would you mind if I kept these on?” she said, motioning to her panties. “There’s nowhere to put them, I don’t want to get any poop on the counter or floor.”

“I, uh… yeah, sure,” I said, as I pondered the logistics of how we’d have sex with her messy panties on, or how much poop would get on me. But those things don’t matter that much when you have a girl this hot about to have her way with you.

Without warning, she climbed on top of the massage table, straddling my erection with her poopy panties still on. I gasped, my heart racing as I felt the heat and desire between her legs. The warmth and wetness of her panties were intoxicating, and I couldn't help but feel a growing desire.

She leaned down, pressed her breasts against my body, and began kissing me passionately. Her tongue slid into my mouth, exploring and teasing me as she ground her hips against me. I moaned, my heart pounding as I felt the pleasure building inside me.

"You feel so good," she whispered sultrily. "I can't wait to feel you inside me."

As she continued kissing me, I reached up and grabbed her ass, pulling her closer to me. She moaned into the kiss, her breath hot against my ear. 

She broke our kiss and straightened up, pulling the front of her panties to one side, revealing her bald pussy which was glistening with arousal. I positioned myself, and with one swift movement, I sank my erection deep inside her.

She let out a moan of pleasure, her eyes rolling back as she adjusted to the feeling of me inside her. I thrust deeper, feeling her wet, hot pussy enveloping me. Our bodies moved in perfect sync, our desire for each other fueling every movement.

As she straddled me, her breasts bounced with each thrust. I reached up and grasped them, feeling their weight in my hands. They felt magnificent, and although they were implants, they still felt soft to the touch. Her nipples were hard and erect, and I rubbed my thumbs over them, feeling them harden even more under my touch. Brooke moaned in pleasure, her body writhing with desire.

Brooke leaned forward, her breasts squishing against my chest once more as she rode me harder and harder. Her moans grew louder, her body trembling with each thrust. I couldn't help but match her intensity, my moans joining hers as we found our rhythm.

Our bodies moved in a blur of passion, our skin slick with sweat. I reached back, grasping her ass, pulling her closer to me as I thrust deeper into her.

"Oh, YES!" she cried out, her voice hoarse with desire. "Fuck me harder!"

I complied, my thrusts becoming more forceful, my body slamming into hers. 

Both of my hands closed in on her ass, grasping it tighter, as my grip also enveloped the massive bulge of poop in her panties. It squelched and shifted under my grip, the texture of it surprisingly pleasant. We were deep in the heat of the moment, and despite the unusual nature of the situation, it only added to the eroticism of the moment.

Her reaction to that drove her wilder, her hips surging up and down like a piston on top of me. I could feel her tight pussy gripping my erection, the sensation of her hot, wet moistness enveloping me, sending shivers of pleasure down my spine.

I rubbed the soiled panties against her ass, the texture of the heavily loaded fabric contrasting with the smoothness of her skin. Brooke moaned in delight, her body trembling with pleasure. 

She reached back and placed her hand atop mine as if she wanted me to continue pushing and spreading the poop all over her ass. As we continued to smear it across every available space, I could feel its warmth. Brooke's breaths grew heavier, her moans becoming more pronounced as she experienced a new level of pleasure. 

Her ass was now coated with poop. Brooke's moans grew louder, her body trembling with pleasure as she ground her hips against me.

"I'm… I’m… cumming!" she groaned, her voice strained with desire.

The orgasm hit Brooke like a tidal wave, a sudden, intense burst of pleasure left her crying out. Her fingers dug into my shoulders, her nails digging into my skin. 

The wave of pleasure crashed over her, consuming her in its intensity, and she convulsed, her hips bucking wildly as the ecstasy washed over her.

The sensations of Brooke's convulsions and her pussy fluttering from her orgasm pushed me to the edge, and I couldn’t hold back any longer. I thrust one last time, my body shuddering as I erupted with what felt like a massive amount of cum into her grasping pussy.

As her orgasm receded, she collapsed onto me, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her body still trembling with the aftershocks. She lay there on top of me, spent, her heart pounding in her chest, and my mind reeling from the intensity of the experience.

I was lost in thought when suddenly, Brooke's hand brushed through my hair. I looked at her, and our eyes met. Without thinking, I reached out and held her, pulling her closer to me. She gasped in surprise as I leaned in to kiss her.

Our lips met, and I felt a rush of desire flood through me. Brooke's kiss was soft and sweet, and I couldn't get enough of her.

As we kissed, I could feel the heat between us growing. I pulled away from her, gazing into her eyes.

"That was amazing," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

Brooke smiled, her eyes filled with desire. "It was," she whispered back.

As Brooke stood up, I couldn't help but tease her. "So, do you do this for all your clients?" I asked, trying to hide my amusement behind a straight face.

Brooke had a playful smile on her lips. "Actually, you’re the first," she replied, her voice filled with mock arrogance.

I couldn't help but remark as I looked down at my poop-caked thighs, "I guess we should  get cleaned up now?"

She looked at me, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. "I’m not in a rush… besides, you’re my last client of the day."

Brooke turned around, showing her panties which were heavily stained chocolate brown. I couldn't help but stare, my eyes fixed on the mess she had made. The poop that had escaped out of every orifice of her panties was smeared all over her ass, creating a messy, yet erotic sight.

I looked at her inquisitively. "You... you enjoyed that, don’t you?"

She nodded, her smile growing wider. "Like I said, sometimes it’s good to let go, and live in the moment."

Brooke leaned in closer, a playful glint in her eye as she spoke. "The truth is, I've always been a bit... accident-prone," she confessed, a hint of laughter in her voice. "In fact, sometimes I think I should probably just wear diapers and call it a day."

I chuckled softly, drawn in by her easy charm. "Well, you’d certainly wear them well," I replied, unable to resist the urge to flirt some more.

Her laughter tinkled like music in the air as she leaned back, her gaze lingering on mine. A smile played at the corners of her lips. "I couldn’t help but notice that you enjoyed it also."

I looked at her, and then at the door. "I won’t lie," I said. "It was pretty kinky."

She smiled, her eyes filled with relief and gratitude. “You’re pretty cool, did you know that?”

At first, I was taken aback. But then I realized that Brooke was so comfortable with me that she felt like she could feel so uninhibited so soon after meeting me. Strangely enough, I found myself feeling closer to her because of it.

I reached out and touched her arm, my fingers grasping it gently as I ran my hand down along her side, eventually finding my hand cupping her butt once more.

I felt the texture of her poop against my fingers. It was warm and sticky, and I could feel the weight of it on her skin.

She closed her eyes, her breath hot against my ear. "Maybe we could do this again sometime," she whispered, her voice shaky.

“I’d like that,” I said. As I did, we heard voices and footsteps in the hallway.

But before we could dwell on the moment any longer, the sound of voices and footsteps in the hallway snapped us back to reality.

Brooke's expression shifted, her eyes filled with concern as she glanced towards the door. 

"You should probably leave before my boss suspects anything," she urged in a hushed tone. "I'll clean up in here, then go to the employee change room after everyone leaves."

"Alright," I nodded, understanding the plan.

Brooke reached out and took a towel from the pile on the counter, using it to clean me as best as she could. She wiped the poop from my crotch and thighs.

I looked at her, my eyes fixed on the towel. "You don't have to do this," I said, my voice shaky. "I can clean myself."

But Brooke only smiled, her eyes filled with a quiet determination. "I want to," she whispered. “After all, it’s my mess.”

As she continued to wipe away the traces of her poop, I couldn't help but feel a stirring of desire deep within me, a longing for more than just physical closeness. In Brooke's eyes, I saw a reflection of my desires, a silent invitation to explore the depths of our connection further.

As we said goodbye, I couldn't resist kissing her on the cheek.

"Thank you for today," I said. "It was unforgettable."

The warmth of her skin lingered against my lips, a lingering reminder of the intimacy we had shared. 

She smiled, and I felt like the luckiest guy in the world. We exchanged numbers, and I knew that this was the beginning of something unusual yet special.

I paid at the front desk, tipping generously. The next day, I called her, and we went out on a date. She picked the place - an Indian restaurant, that was known for having spicy food. We laughed and talked, and it felt like we had known each other for years.

We chatted about our lives, and I found out that she was going through a rough patch herself. She had just broken up with her boyfriend and was feeling lost.

As we talked, I noticed that she seemed more relaxed and comfortable around me. I made her laugh, and she opened up to me in a way that she said she hadn't been with anyone else in a very long time. 

Brooke admitted that she felt so lucky that she’d found someone who understood her and accepted her for who she was, quirks and all.

I felt a connection between us, and I knew that I wanted to see her again. And even though our beginning was a little… messy, I couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude for the strange yet erotic encounter that had brought us together - and hoped there would be many more to come.